in the afterglow of an evening rain i lay down in the grass and think of you my body aches like an after-kiss breaking in soft fires and wildflowers my dear, i will always be this tender for you.
and the afterglow... of your gaze...is the only sweater that I need.
there she was, so full of delicious colors, impossible not to look at, impossible not to love...so profoundly aligned into my being, with this radiance of beauty so powerful and warming, that even after she left, my world still glowed in her afterglow
